OK ...so its 7.14 in the evening here in Sydney, a cold autumn day it has been and right now with that golden-ish silver blissful moon peeping right through the window, something inside tells me i have to write something..but i m so clueless of any subject, so do pardon the brainlessness and baslessness of this post......... The other day i sat by the window pane and looked out at the huge White Cedar leafless tree, i wondered at the loneliness of the pale skinned branches. They looked lifeless with cold. Science says the temperature makes them even paler during winter, i wonder is it just those chilling winds that blew around it or was it the pain of letting go off the leaves for yet another season. Is it just dew drops or do the branches cry in the lonesome nights, away from all the noise of the day, in the seclusion of the forces around that made him let go off his leaves. And as he waits for another season to bring them back to him, he looks up every morning to see if the sun is brighter than the day, and wishes that summer kissed him soon. The white skin and broken lines on near the roots and not a leaf anywhere. The winds blow in and blow out, reminding the tree of the pain yet again, and he cries out wishing that his leaves would be back sooner than ever to come and hug him so tight that no wind could do a thing. And as days pass, the tree learn to live on without his love, learns to get over the anguish of letting go time and again, it learns to wait and believe that the wait will have a sooner ending...and that he will be loved again, and the sun will shine, brighter than ever.....making it warm..very warm...
